The Girl With The Bright Red Hair

Met a girl on Saturday night.
We flirted, drank together, and even stole a moment to get away from the group and explore a little intimate moment together.

Talked to the same girl on the phone last night.
2 hours of "Have you ever"s and "Once I went to"s and "Would you like to"s. Rather than wasting a lot of time re-capping our one night together, conversation naturally and easily flowed from personal anecdotes and our recent histories, and a few gentle hints of the futures we would wish for each other.

Seeing A Show With Her On Sunday.
Our first, post-party get-together is scheduled for Sunday night. We have loose plans and a back-up plan if they don't work out. The important thing is that we get some time to see and hear each other and get used to the idea of the existence of the other person. To look over and see that they're still there. To gain some context on who we are...

I'm looking forward to it. Every indicator that I have is that this girl is smart, funny, sensitive, alive and aware. Every indicator is that time spent with her is pretty low drama. That she's a person that you could build a solid foundation with.

What Does All Of This Mean?
I know it's too early to really know all of that stuff, but in the same way that a pilot can sit in the cockpit of his plane, survey the clear skies and the smooth jet streams before he runs his maneuvers and know that it's a good day for flying, I can judge accurately that from here, she looks like someone pretty special.

So, yes, there's a girl. A new girl.

And it's nice to have someone interested in me too. Lately, I've had these fleeting crushes on people who haven't reciprocated them. It's nice to look at a pretty girl and have her look back at me with interest. It's such a simple thing, but when you've been without it for a while, you can almost forget how important it is.

That's all.

Cheers,
Mr.B